Walking home at midnight Drinking in the moonlight I'm feeling just fine When I see a man and his friend They're coming towards me from a dead end And they're making some demands Between comfort and slavery Cowardice and bravery They're completely out of good ideas So one says he's got a gun He's got something that looks like one And who am I to disagree? This life of tiny vice Full of these thoughts I can't define It's got me face to face with a decision I can't make Between comfort and slavery Cowardice and bravery I'm completely out of good ideas So I opt for submission I give them my permission I feel their hands against my skin Confused and alone They only took my phone And a bit of my faith in human kindness Between comfort and slavery Cowardice and bravery We're completely out of good ideas